[h1][color=#FFDAB9][center]Killian Jones[/center][/color][/h1]

The interaction between the men told Killian that they knew each other. The atmosphere didn't feel cheerful and care free. Then again after the attack nothing would have that cheerful and care free atmosphere anymore. So was this the person who attacked their professor? No, there was a little bit of an uncomfortable feel in to it but nothing which suggested mortal enemies or the feeling of death in the air, as if they were inside a funeral home. Shaking his head clear from any other distracting thoughts, as a hand shifted inside the bag, while checking items off a mental list.

Each item was placed in a chaotic order, but since the human had done this type of thing so many times, a hand naturally removed the old bandage job. The man tried to turn out most of the conversation, only jerking his eyes upwards when the mention of a seed, while wiping the injury with a alcoholic pad with came with any basic first aid. The next items to be put inside his grasp was a second pad with a hook like needle that would make the stitch work a bit more easier.

[color=#FFDAB9]"You're lucky that I had some pain killers left Charles. I want to know everything that happened old man. Everything without the whole dodging the issue please. As a student I would like to also advise you to relax for a few days and as your doctor for the day I'm telling you to take the pain killers on the table every 4 hours and when we get home I'll grab out some antibiotics that came in yesterday."[/color] The guy said in a stern voice while carefully the stitching the wound close.[color=#FFDAB9]" Whoever made this injury sure did a very good job. Though its apparent that their goal was to let you slowly bleed to death. At least that's my guess."[/color] He mumbled.

Once the stitches were don't Killian wrapped them up as tightly as possible in order to limit the teacher's movements for the rest of the night. The human turned towards the counter and grabbed the pain killers, placing them inside Charles' hand, as the mention of an offer came up. His eyes darted between the men as what seemed to be a frown slowly crept on his lips, only to be replaced by the usual blank look that he was accused to using. The smile caused an uncomfortable feeling to seep into his stomach as the conversation came to an end. Killian's voice toned down to a whisper towards the mentor.[color=#FFDAB9]" You're injured, have a what looks like a teenaged girl to raise, and you're inviting people over willy nilly. Good way to get yourself killed Charles."[/color]